The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 267

Eric’s words hung in the air, unfinished, as he noticed Eder’s brows knit together, a flicker of melancholy crossing his usually unreadable eyes.

“I have imposed strict confidentiality on everyone about the virus coursing through me. Let’s keep it that way. Especially from Grace!” Eder commanded, his voice echoing with a dull finality.

“Understood.” Eric paused, looking apprehensive. “But Boss, even if we can suppress this secret now, Miss Salen will have to grapple with your sudden demise five months from now. It’s going to inflict unimaginable pain on her.”

“I’m aware. Give me time to ponder over it.” Eder averted his gaze, his expression etched with exhaustion. His eyelashes fluttered, hinting at an internal battle he struggled to contain.

Eric recognized his pain. This was perhaps Eder’s most challenging moment, a crossroads of heartache and duty.

Late into the night, Eric exited the room, leaving Eder to his solitude in the sterile confines of the lab ward.

The night unfolded in quiet serenity. The trees outside the window shivered under the whispering wind, and soon, a soft rain began to drizzle.

Eder turned towards the window, watching as raindrops slid down the glass. His once commanding and prideful visage was now shrouded in melancholy, his expression a kaleidoscope of thoughts. His reverie was interrupted by the beep of his phone, signaling a new message. Unlocking his phone, Eder’s eyes landed on a message from Grace.

“Eder, are you managing to get some rest on the border?” the message read.

“I’ve heard about the strong ultraviolet rays there. Are you going to return with a tan? Haha! Should I start calling you ‘Bronzed Eder?” another ping announced the arrival of her subsequent message.

Grace’s playful banter brought a smile to his lips, a rare moment of levity in the otherwise clinical surroundings.

His mind’s eye painted an image of Grace’s face, lively and teasing as she penned those words. A sudden, overwhelming longing overtook him-the desire to hold her close and never let

After some time, another message from Grace illuminated the screen.

“Have you fallen asleep? Or is it difficult to reply from there?”

signal issue? Then I won’t

His fingers danced lightly over the lines of text Grace had sent, tracing their path

screen.

into the short

bed, beads of sweat rolling off the tip of his nose, and the

combat against torment, the pain searing

forcing a pained groan

reached out for the alarm on the bedside table. In his weakened state, before he could press the alarm, he tumbled

room. Rushing over, he pushed the door open and was met with a sight that made

about keeping your emotions in check to avoid agitation and extreme emotions. Heart angina is lethal when it flares up! Murmuring under his breath, he quickly located the prescribed pills and popped them into

Eder back onto the bed. and tuck him under the blanket. He stayed by

sleep

a mission and narrowly escaped a bullet to his heart, bleeding profusely. Now, he was at the border, notorious for its tumultuous environment and

Eder not responding to her messages, she was left in the dark about his well-being

her weary eyed the next morning as

to the fact that the man she

return, she sprinted upstairs, her skirt billowing around her as she rushed to the bedroom

he was, Eder, lounging on the bed, engrossed in a book. His refined fingers gracefully turned the pages, an effortless aura of aristocracy emanating

gaze towards the door, his eyes softening as he

face broke into a wide grin as she hopped onto the bed, straddling him. Her hands cupped his face as she looked at him closely. “I didn’t expect you to go to the border and come back without

you were home if I hadn’t seen Eric standing at the door by chance. Were

Eder’s face, skillfully concealing the weariness in his eyes. “Yes,

melancholic undertone in his voice. “Did

with a slight smile and opened his

on his shoulder. Her cold hand slipped inside his robe, lightly touching